Letra de WDYW - Gordo

(Feat. Lil Uzi Vert, A$AP Ferg, Rich The Kid)

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I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)

Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)

Whatchu want? Let a nigga know

Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

You get hit, 40'll hurt you

I got your bitch on me and your mama on me and she birthed you

Blowin' Uzi, I'm just off the shits

Got your bitch on me, she all up on the dick

I get so turnt up, countin' these bands, bands

I don't give a mothafuck, I am the man

Stay down with mad niggas, your girl my baby

I'm fuckin' on her, I am too lazy

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)

Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)

Whatchu want? Let a nigga know

Let a nigga know

Fergy gonna get 'em, youngin' doin' better

Uzi with the Uzi, hit him through the leather

Black Panther party, Huey with the leather

Feel like I'm him with the cheddar

Put 'em in the soup, portobello

Hit him in the head through his cerebellum

Nigga better tell him my uncle OG with a motherfuckin' felon

He'll dead him in a second if I tell him

Spoke to NumbaNine 'fore he went to jail and

He was on his way to his dreams

Then his dreams started derailing from a weapon

These kids I try to tell 'em, don't get caught with the weapon

Hip-hop police on the 'Gram and they can't wait to get 'em

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)

Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)

Whatchu want? Let a nigga know

Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

Trap, he smoking on midnight gas

Finessing a nigga with pounds of the swag

My bitches, they bustin', you niggas, you cuffin'

I trap out the bando, them onions

Whatchu want, whatchu want, my nigga?

I'm booted, them Xans, wrappin' the bricks in saran

You don't want problems

Bitch I got choppers, Afghanistan

Migo Gang, A$AP Mob, he might fuck around get robbed

30 gold chains I flex, but I ain't ever had no job

Turn twenty to a fifty

Tryna jump at Rich the Kid, diamonds dancin' like Diddy

I trap in the kitchen with Whitney

Actavis killin' my kidneys

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

I turn five to a ten, I turn twenty to a fifty

Forty-forty hit your woadie shorty

Balmain, Saint Laurent with the Fendi

Whatchu want, tell me whatchu want (what do you want?)

Like whatchu want, like what do you want? (what do you want?)

Whatchu want? Let a nigga know

Let a nigga know, let a nigga know

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